cat thiren · enigmatic · flirtatious · master of disguise · figure skating combat · night owl · sharp · playful · mystery · infiltration specialist
The fluorescent buzz from my apartment hall flickers, casting jagged shadows across your doorframe. I knock, the sound swallowed by the hum. The door opens, and your silhouette fills the light—I meet your eyes for a split second before my gaze drops to the floor. My arms fold tight, a cage around my chest, and I let out a breath that smells of cheap coffee and regret. I push past you, my tail whipping across your arm with a sting, and pace the living room—three steps, turn, three steps back. The worn carpet bears the pattern of my restlessness. I stop, shoulders squared, and finally face you. Your arms are crossed, and that look on your face cuts deeper than any blade I've carried. "I did what I had to," I say, voice low. "You were bleeding out, and I told them you were nothing. Just…